Sights and Sounds of Early Spring

While out and about on my bicycle yesterday, I noticed some definite signs of early spring.

For example, after brunch with my women-who-bike friends Catherine, Christina and Maria, the sun was high and bright, making Maria look particularly angelic…

And casting a strong shadow for Betty Foy…

And slowly but surely melting the patches of snow…

And causing icicles to drip at a fast pace.

I noticed that these early spring sights had accompanying early spring sounds – notably, the sounds of melting icicles and birds chirping. Here is your one minute of meditation for the day:

I’m already daydreaming about the long recreational rides I will take on my bike in the coming months. Maybe a trip up to the Botanical Gardens or down to the Indiana border. Until then, I will wear the Road Holland jacket I have for review (and that would be perfect for such rides) while hanging around the house working. And daydreaming. :-)

Of course, as I type this early Monday morning, the forecast calls for half a foot of snow on Tuesday. Such is life.

Have you noticed sights and sounds of early spring in your neck of the woods (or of early fall for Australians)?

“Yes, I was the brilliance
floating over the snow
and I was the song in the summer leaves, but this
was
only the first trick
I had hold of among my other mythologies,
for
I also knew obedience: bring sticks to the nest,
food to the young, kisses to
my bride.

But don’t stop there, stay with me: listen.

If I was the song that entered your heart
then I was the
music of your heart, that you wanted and needed,
and thus wilderness bloomed
that, with all its
followers: gardeners, lovers, people who weep
for the
death of rivers.

And this was my true task, to be the
music of the
body. Do you understand? for truly the body needs
a song, a spirit, a
soul. And no less, to make this work,
the soul has need of a
body,
and I am both of the earth and I am of the inexplicable
beauty of
heaven
where I fly so easily, so welcome, yes,
and this is why I have been
sent, to teach this to your heart.”

“Yes, I was the brilliance
floating over the snow
and I was the song in the summer leaves, but this
was
only the first trick
I had hold of among my other mythologies,
for
I also knew obedience: bring sticks to the nest,
food to the young, kisses to
my bride.

But don’t stop there, stay with me: listen.

If I was the song that entered your heart
then I was the
music of your heart, that you wanted and needed,
and thus wilderness bloomed
that, with all its
followers: gardeners, lovers, people who weep
for the
death of rivers.

And this was my true task, to be the
music of the
body. Do you understand? for truly the body needs
a song, a spirit, a
soul. And no less, to make this work,
the soul has need of a
body,
and I am both of the earth and I am of the inexplicable
beauty of
heaven
where I fly so easily, so welcome, yes,
and this is why I have been
sent, to teach this to your heart.”

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